"I am hoping you treat me like a apprentice..."

My record suggests I'm no master, and I really don't feel anyone is until they've grown numerous grows, not just a couple. That said, we the humble growers know who the masters really are...mighty Ganja. We only try to honor them with gifts of bat guano, blood meal and vinegar-tainted agua. They reward us with spectacular flowers covered with copious amounts of their cherished resinous liquids. Or in my case manifestations of plant eating Thysanoptera, necrosis, deformations and mental anguish. Master? I think not. Student...yes. Always will be. When we think we aren't and are beyond learning...is when we fail. Remember this...Grasshopper.